BLUE BIRDS EAT THE SUN OUT OF THE FLOWER.

The sky seems a perfect shade of grey,

While birds hum and they sing.

They tell me the world may be ending,

Ending like there is no tomorrow.

Here lies the body of Mother Earth.

So delicate, soft as a feather,

Her life is spread out for us to read.

Summer brings joy and the

Heat brings alive the most beautiful

Sunflowers of all.